It is an amazing thing to reunite with your best friend after an absence of years. The nostalgia can hit you like a hammer or a remembered cocktail of wild 80s excesses, or you can just slide into it like a warm bath. Or, and this is best, it makes a foundation like the bottom layer of a cake, a pineapple upside down cake, let's say, with a lot of sweet stuff on the bottom and the top layer light with possibilities, delicious, integral and still great.
Wow. I seem to be in muddled metaphor mode this morning; these things will happen. Anyhow, look at these girls. Believe it or not, they were the most beautiful coolest artsiest intellectual hippest funkiest punkest party girls in Charleston South Carolina in 1986. Even if they themselves didn't know it at the time and were instead filled with post adolescent angst and terrible wonderings about what the world might hold (also they worried a great deal about Reaganomics and nuclear winter and Nicaragua, no lie) and run amok romances and a great deal of mildly self destructive varieties of FUN.
And here they are 19 years later. Just as gorgeous, somewhat less neurotic (well, L is, I hold to my neuroses) and it's all kind of amazingly wonderful. Yeah.
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